They used to give potlatch every fall when there’s plenty of everything. Plenty of ducks and plenty of salmon. Cause everything was plentiful in those days. Lost of deer, lots of ducks, lots of salmon, camas. Anything what the other tribe got, well they’ll bring it to this potlatch to feed the people. Well, they’ll all go home. Well, maybe here next fall, the other tribes will give a potlatch, and he’ll do the same. That’s the way the old people was. In the early days, that’s the way they did this potlatch because white people thought that was very foolish of giving all what he’s got. But keep up the poor, that’s what this is for. Keep up the poor. That’s the end of it.
Eternity isn’t some later time. Eternity isn’t a long time. Eternity has nothing to do with time. Eternity is that dimension of here and now which thinking and time cuts out. This is it. And if you don’t get it here, you won’t get it anywhere. And the experience of eternity right here and now is the function of life. There’s a wonderful formula that the Buddhists have for the Bodhisattva, the one whose being (sattva) is illumination (bodhi), who realizes his identity with eternity and at the same time his participation in time. And the attitude is not to withdraw from the world when you realize how horrible it is, but to realize that this horror is simply the foreground of a wonder and to come back and participate in it. “All life is sorrowful” is the first Buddhist saying, and it is. It wouldn’t be life if there were not temporality involved which is sorrow. Loss, loss, loss.
— Joseph Campbell, The Power of Myth (1988)
”You darkness, that I come from, I love you more than all the fires that fence in the world.”
In all earnestness I asked myself what kind of world I had stumbled into.